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The
Descendants
The
Descendants Series Book 1
by
Destiny Hawkins
Genre:
Dark Fantasy
Fail
the tests and become a slave. Display defectiveness and be put to
death.
Monroe
Academy was built to separate the weak from the strong. Pass the
biyearly leveling and be released into society upon graduation. Fail
to be promoted and be stripped of rank and forced into
servitude.
That
was a rule that applied to all but Rayah Bardeau. A student of Monroe
Academy, branded as a Null because of her absence of Lighter energy.
With her mother standing as a slave in her place, Rayah was given
until the age of twenty to make level six, but at nineteen-years-old
and with only eight months until her twentieth birthday, she was only
a mere level one. The same level she’s been since she was
ten.
With
the stress of her upcoming test, the loss of a friend, and the
constant wrongdoings towards her, Rayah could only dream of escaping
from Lytonia, and escape she did. Only, when she awakened in her
dorm, she couldn’t distinguish if she had only dreamt of meeting
Soren, a wild and adventurous defect in the Wild Lands, or if she had
somehow used her Lighter Form to get there.
But
only the elite ― the most powerful of Lighters ― could tap into
their Lighter Forms. Right?
And
what was the dark energy she used when she and Soren were attacked by
Depleters? Was Rayah really as powerless as she thought? Was she a
defect? And if she used dark energy, could she call herself a Lighter
at all?
Bestselling
author Destiny Hawkins brings you the first installment of a gripping
dark fantasy where a powerless girl must survive in a society that
doesn't accept the weak...or the defective.
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Gone.
One minute Tristan was here, and the next he wasn’t. Only two days
ago we watched the two moons rise, and it was only two days ago when
we almost kissed, but this morning he was taken away from me, and I
will never see him again. Once a student was made into a slave, it
was forbidden for them to ever see their friends or family again, and
that was exactly what Tristan was going to be transitioned into in
only a few hours. They were going to strip him of his rank, disregard
that he was born into the Vex class, and put a collar around his neck
that could kill him at the push of a button. This
morning two officers marched into Tristan’s dorm and dragged him
out. I stood there, shocked, as he kicked and screamed, begging for a
second chance. He was a level five Vex, which would have been alright
if he hadn’t turned twenty today. At
the age of twenty, a student of Monroe Academy was to be tested on
their lighter abilities and hopefully advanced up to level six. Ever
since Tristan was enrolled ten years ago, he’d never had trouble
leveling up, but this time he struggled to get his powers to
strengthen. This time, the council didn’t believe him strong enough
to earn a level six patch, and now he had to serve his nation in
another way. He had to serve the high class Vexes and ensure their
happiness. The happier the people, the lower the chances of there
ever being chaos in our world again. At
least that’s what we were taught. The
navy-blue leather suit I was wearing grew hot as I walked down the
hall towards my dorm. All I could think about was the terrified look
on Tristan’s face as he was dragged away. We had only made eye
contact for a moment, but in that moment, I remembered the night he
told me that the council had leveled him up and were going to send
him his level six patch to his dorm. They usually gave them out right
away, but Tristan said that they’d somehow run out and had to order
more. Now I knew that he was only lying keep me from worrying on our
last night together, but I wished that he would’ve told me. I
wished that I would’ve been prepared for the aching pain growing in
my chest. My
throat burned as a few of the other students passed me by, giving me
dirty looks. I was sure that most of them had blamed me for Tristan’s
failure. I was a Null after all. Someone that couldn’t produce even
a speck of light. We were lighters, citizens of the Lighter Nation
and beings that could produce an energy－a
light－that
was taught to be used as a weapon to protect our nation from any
outside enemies. Lighters had to be strong, disciplined, and hard
workers. If one couldn’t reach their required level at a certain
age, then they were done for. Given up on, and there were no second
chances. At least for everyone else. I was the only student ever
given another opportunity to level up, but at a cost that would
forever weigh on my conscience. The
dorm hall had oddly cleared as I neared my door. I barely even took
notice to how the few students still lingering averted their eyes
from me. Maybe they thought that any contact with a Null would hinder
them from advancing to the next level, or maybe they all recognized
the haunted expression on my face and couldn’t bear to look. Many
had lost loved ones to our glorious society and could have been all
too familiar with the expression. One where the face paled and the
eyes brimmed with tears, reddening before the droplets even fell. Finally
arriving to my door, I swiped my card through the slot on the wall
and waited for the door to slide open. As soon as it did, I felt
myself being roughly shoved inside and fell onto my hands and knees.
Before I could even get up, an arm wrapped around my throat,
tightening so that not a drop of air could get through, and when I
heard the door slide shut behind me, alarms began to blare in my
mind. This was bad. Really bad. Not only would screaming for help be
ineffective, but I couldn’t fight my attacker either. “I
told you that I would get you alone, didn’t I? Fucking Null.”
The
Calling
The
Descendants Series Book 2
She
was given a second chance to prove that she could fall in line, but
with her lack of power, that would be impossible.
Rayah's
entire life, she'd always been different from everyone else, and in
Lytonia, being different was treated as a crime, but in her case, she
was granted a pass.
In
only a few months, she had to present her abilities to the council
and prove to them that she was worthy of walking the halls of Monroe
Academy, but Artemis, her tormentor and superior officer, would stop
at nothing to keep her from excelling. Being powerless and not
proving herself meant that she would be transitioned into a slave,
and Artemis would become her master.
What
Rayah realized was that she wasn't as powerless as she thought. For
weeks she had been able to do things that only the elite lighters
could do, and even though this meant that she was strong, it made her
more different than she could have ever imagined. Rayah went from
being weak to possibly being as strong as a Gods Daughter, and she
couldn’t tell anyone.
The
standard colors of a Lytonians powers are white, royal blue, and
turquoise blue.
Hers
were black…
Bestselling
author Destiny Hawkins brings you the second installment of a
gripping dark fantasy where a powerless girl must survive in a
society that doesn't accept the weak...or the defective.
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I
clenched my teeth as I readied myself to suffer from the agonizing
burn of the hot iron rod. Artemis seemed to enjoy this method of
torture over all the others since my burns didn’t heal as fast as
my cuts or bruises. He kept me strapped down to a spiked chair that
drew blood from my bottom, legs, back, and arms, and I thought that
after losing so much, he would release me over to the nurses, but
since my small puncture wounds only took a few seconds to restore
back to normal, he felt no need. Like I hadn’t lost enough blood
just yet. Soon
though, the major would have no choice but to send me to medical. The
more stress that my body endured, the harder it worked itself to
heal, which meant that I’d eventually fall unconscious from
exhaustion. I was supposedly the only student in the academy that
could heal this fast, but it worked out for me since I was bullied
and forced to endure the worst kinds of pain testing. Major
Artemis St. James smiled as he placed the visibly hot end of the rod
against the side of my neck. I grunted and shook in the chair,
excruciating pain spreading from my neck and down my shoulder, as I
tried to keep from crying out. I simply didn’t want to give him the
satisfaction of hearing me scream. Although if I did, that might have
been just what I needed to do in order for him to go easy on me, but
I was stubborn. I wasn’t going to show him weakness no matter how
well he thought he knew me. Artemis
pulled the iron from my neck and pushed his long black hair back.
“You’re still trying to play tough, Rayah,” he sighed. His
piercing blue eyes stared into mine, sending chills down my spine in
the heated room. “But I can see through your act. You tried this
when you were a child, remember?” He walked back to the fire pit
and pulled out a second rod, flinging the old one to the ground with
a clang. “But I’ve always found a way through that wall you put
up.” He raised the rod into the air and gazed at it in awe, then
slowly turned his head to face me. “You’re still the same little
girl.” My
heart pounded against my chest. I didn’t know what he was planning,
but I knew that it would be painful. I wanted to beg for him to stop,
but my mouth wouldn’t open. I just kept it shut with my teeth
clenched, hoping that I wouldn’t crack any. Artemis
slowly walked in my direction with the hot end still raised, then
stopped in front of me with a smirk on his face and a strange glimmer
in his eyes. He reminded me so much of someone else that I knew, but
I couldn’t think of who at the moment, and when he leaned down to
level with me, I stopped thinking all together. “You
look so much like your mother,” he said before using his free hand
to release my dark hair out its bun. “But act so much like someone
I knew …” My hair fell in waves over my shoulders. “I prefer it
down.” His own long hair hung by the sides of his face. To others
he was considered a very handsome man, but to me he looked
disgusting. I hated his face, his smile, his smell —everything
about him. “Why do you look so afraid now,
Rayah?” he asked as he grabbed my chin. “I thought that you were
tough?” My
eyes widened as he slowly brought the rod towards me. “Don’t,”
I nearly whimpered, flinching away. Artemis
chuckled as he continued to bring it closer to my cheek, and when I
flinched again, he grabbed me by my neck and slammed the back of my
head against the chair, but not hard enough for the spikes to do any
serious damage besides drawing more blood. Once
the iron rod was close enough for me to feel the sizzling heat from
it, I whimpered, and when it was pressed against my cheek … I
screamed.
Destiny Hawkins is a
multi-genre author with a dark imagination and a love for magic.
She enjoys cooking,
running, swimming, listening to music, reading, and of course
watching anime filled with fantasy! Her favorite genres to read and
work in are Fantasy, LGBT, Paranormal, Romance, Dystopian, Sci-fi,
and young adult. After three years of writing she has published
almost 20 books and she has many more coming!
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